One Henry Ford... one fateful evening...
Suffice to bore you with details (as in made up ones) there is a curse in the bloodline of the Guenthers. Now for those married into our clan, they are quite elegantly uneffected. But here is what the curse entails and gives you more insight into my clan's world.
No matter what the weather man says, no matter how bright and sunny it is... If any of our cars get washed within 3 hours it rains. Hard. Carwash ruining hard.
Sure I get a lot of "OH that happens to everyone." Sure... but not to this extent. There never, ever has been a single case where this event has never occured! Never! We're going back to the days of the Model A. What caused this curse you say? What can I say? We Guenthers like to be confrontation without any provocation. Heh.
Or maybe I made that all up just to fill my "requirement" of blogging. You never know. Also has anyone seen the remote control to my TV? It's gone off and left. Also I'm takin the day off tomorrow from blogging so nyah nyah.
Now for another attempt of a nice signature statement... Umm... Uhhh...
To err is human to forgive a guenther devine
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